Why is it so hard,
To think good happy thoughts?
Have i been put down to much?
Am i staring at the ground?
People call me a pessimist,
But that i certainly am not,
I am optomistcially challenged,
There is a difference you see.
I don't think pessimistic all the time,
Just about half.
It bothers a lot of people,
But a few friends stick with me.
I'm an outsider,
A freak.
A loser.
But that doesn't bother me,
Because i an optimistically challenged,
And that's who i am inside.
How'd you like it??
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This reminds me of a quote " Im not calling you a liar, just overly optimistic but there pretty much the same thing" As one of your few friends (unless I am missing something huge and Im really not your friend. Hey you never know) I would have to saw I never saw you as pesimistic, no, not at all. Where have I been!?!?!?!?
Anyways about the poem itself, the begining was good although a bit wordy. Towards the middle it feels out of place. Either write about being optimawhateverly challenged or being an outsider. Umm also in the end the last line is a bit redundant and cheesy.
Boy look at me being all critical and acting like I know something bout something lol. We all just need our smart moments!
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